I last minute made this 'it' costume yesterday with items from the thrift store. + added my sister in and took us to the creepy part of town. End result? Not too bad!

But after an entire lifetime of anxiety issues, I finally got into the doctor today. And I start my first anxiety medication tomorrow.

I haven’t written anything in well over a year now. But recently I was going through my unfinished documents and found this piece I started but never finished. Perhaps if anyone is interested, I can continue working on it. It does have an angsty plot-line, but with a sweet love story laced inside.

Yoongi hated summer. Hated the fact Taehyung's car never had a working air conditioner, resulting in the windows remaining wide open to the point conversations were instead shouts of strained throats and ringing ears. Hated the feeling of a blistering sun leaving his clothes to stick to his skin and an otherwise pale complexion being left splotchy with reds and oranges to blossom upon the surface. He hated the hot sand beneath his toes leaving a sensation as if walking on hot coals; only satisfied once finding place under the contrastingly too cold saltwater. Perhaps that’s why everyone seemed confused to discover Yoongis answer to his favorite season was summer. In fact, it deemed to be the opposite based on his obvious disgruntled faces and quiet remarks. But beyond the small frowns and clenched fists came a bubbling joy within; a joy that grew as Taehyung leaned his cherry popsicle stained lips down to meet the elders, sticky hands caressing his cheek beneath the beach umbrella. An internal happiness that left his smile on display as both boys sang along loudly to cheesy radio hits, much to the denial of Yoongi himself; their annual beach trip left the couple feeling closer. United. And that much more infatuated with one another.

Rumor has it you only receive one true love in your lifetime. Fingertips can trace the skin of millions, but only one surface remains smooth enough for a second touch to bring rippling pleasure. They don’t tell you, however, that true love comes in forms other than human; forms that leave crashing sounds and numb souls with thoughtless grins.

Taehyung's second love was for the sea.  

The old run down wrangler would come to a grimly stop in front of the rented cabin; a beach-side view that always left the younger squealing in delight as shoes were forgotten in the backseat, leaving Yoongi to watch him run off without a care. A small shout of his name would follow, meaning Yoongi had no choice but to chase after his joy filled other half. They’d both come to a stop at the largest rock nearest the shoreline, hands intertwining as their promise rings made a small clink to echo past the waves. Leaning against the smoothed out surface, the two would commence a tradition; holding one another and talking nonsense. Reminiscing about future present and past, lips molding into one until the sun dropped enough to let the skies blossom hues of reds; the same shade of their swollen lips once they’d finally part. A satisfied hum would leave the elder as they whispered sweet nothings until retreating to their cabin to sleep off the days long trip. It was always the same thing, same event, nothing different, but somehow never got old. Love was silly like that.

Everything was the same until that one summer. The one Yoongi would never forget. Usually their trip began with excitement the night before, both sleeping easily in the presence of one another with the promise to arise early enough to leave directly on time once again. But as time went on, that specific year brought hardships and cutbacks. Taehyung was passionately following his designated creative career of photography and amateur artistry; a path that never paid the bills. Yoongi was left to pick up the slack, and whilst he never used to mind, being cut from his job left the elder in funk. Broken down and bitter but most importantly left without the funds for their trip. He tried to run over the possibility of skipping just one year, but Taehyung refused to listen. He couldn’t fathom the idea of not having their week together as they always had. It was the only thing he looked forward to most and being as emotional as the younger was, he didn’t take the suggestion lightly.

Instead of laying beside one another in the cotton sheets, Yoongi sat at his desk across the room that left a blinding white glow to the otherwise dark room. Headphones blasting a track number Yoongi could not recall, but knew he needed to finish in order to have content to sell off just to please his own wallet. He’d been left with tired red eyes and heavy limbs, only slipping beneath the covers an hour before their alarm had gone off for 6 am. They both should have known then that the trip would be unsuccessful. That it would bring nothing but struggles and wet eyes. Taehyung always remained positive however. Always stuck on that goofy grin that left them both feeling at ease even in the worst of times. It’s how it always went. But perhaps that is what happens when there really is only one true love; you both come together even in an individual downfall. Like the domino effect, it was never just a singular pain, both fell down and crumbled together only to be picked back up for a repeat.